Where do they all go?

I’m referring to pens, and in particular my favorite pens. I probably buy a dozen or so of them a year, hide them away in the deep dark caverns of my supply cabinet, and still they disappear. With all the interviewing and note taking I do, I have to have a pen that feels especially comfortable in my hand.

Unfortunately, the kind that feels especially comfortable in my hand must feel especially comfortable in someone else’s around here, too, because they are all gone. Again. It reminds me of that invisible ink you can get at hobby shops – the stuff that’s apparent when you first write with it but slowly disappears over time.

Huh. Just like my favorite pens. They’re apparent when I first write with them but slowly disappear over time. So, where do they all go?